Swinging Chavs

Swinging Chavs

The only good chav is one swinging from a rope

Strung about his long skinny neck

Chocking the bastard to death slowly

Thus ending his petty little life once and for all

Doing us all a favour and stamping out crime

Ending the problem and consigning the chav to history

Those bastards do no good and are very selfish

Wearing their fake gold, tracksuits and Burberry

Walking with a swagger like they own the town

Blighting England with all types of crime

From shop lifting to murder they do it all

Smoking weed, popping a pill and drinking vodka

Then stealing a car and enjoying the police chase

It’s a shame cop choppers don’t have a cannon and missiles

Open season on the chav who are society’s menace

Only taking and never giving from all they meet

Pass the law and make the chav illegal

Then root them out and eradicate them all

Each one a bastard not fit to exist where law and order is king.